Cory and I stayed up late on Sunday night, eating ice cream and watching Escape at Dannemora because Monday was Labor day, and we could. The only problem was, I couldn’t stop thinking about my curtains. My brain toggled between a prison break and my windows, where my vintage peony curtains have held their post since spring. Our weather recently lurched from eight weeks of Heat Dome to “unseasonably cool” overnight, which begged the question: is September Summer? Or is it Fall?
Peonies don’t feel right, if I’m being honest. But neither do the copper velvet curtains waiting in the basement. A conundrum for the ages.
In the end, I decided to embrace September as a grand transition, not unlike March. This is a halfway-there month, which leaves some of us cheering and some of us wistful and sad. I am always disappointed to watch summer fade. But the seasons always have their way of carrying me forward.
I spent part of Monday morning removing the most unrepentantly-summer mugs (ice cream cones, strawberries, the beloved whale) and rotating in some seasonally ambiguous options.
Come October, I’ll be fully on board with flannels and stews.
For now, I’ll spend cool mornings near the peony curtains, not clawing backwards or lunging forward, but doing my best to abide in the moment - the complex, both/and, changes-on-a-dime swirl.
Other things I’ve already done in September:
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